Everyone chooses the god of war, only I wake up the wine sword fairy

The Field Master is dead.

The feng shui situation he set up dissipated, and this place was once again occupied by terrifying monsters, and it became a C-level restricted area-Troll Mountain Range!

at this time.

Edge of the Troll Mountains.

There is a cave in the middle of a hill with no grass growing on it.

A burly beast with turf around its waist and purple skin was standing in front of a water tank.

He looks like a goblin, but is even uglier and more vicious than a goblin, with a pair of fangs growing out of his mouth and hair like wild grass on his head.

If Si Qingnang, who was investigating the mystery of the troll, was here, he would probably be surprised.

Because the purple-skinned "goblin" in front of him is an extinct monster—a troll!

They are brutal.

But they also have a weird witchcraft civilization.

Legend has it that goblins are the product of troll witchcraft!

The troll in front of him, wearing a grass skirt, with wild hair tied up by a bone on his head, is a seventh-order monster—the troll shaman.

The troll shaman held a bone staff in one hand, while circling the water tank, jumping left and right, dancing strange dances.

The tank is filled with a disgusting, miserable green liquid.

There are various bones, eyes, stumps and other objects floating inside.

"*%#%...￥%...@%￥#..."

"Great demon god, please give us strength again, so that the glory of trolls can be sprinkled on the earth again."

After the troll shaman muttered a series of obscure witch words, the bone walking stick hit the edge of the water tank.

"Boom" sound.

The miserable green viscous liquid in the water tank began to bubble up "gulu", "gulu".

The bones, eyeballs, intestines, stumps and other disgusting things inside quickly sank into the viscous liquid and melted away.

Soon.

A black statue, about the size of a palm, rose slowly from the miserable green liquid that formed a vortex.

"Great Demon God! You are indeed resurrected!!"

The troll shaman quickly knelt down and said excitedly.

The black statue vibrated slightly, and made a sharp sound that was neither male nor female.

"I am not resurrected, can you wake up from this huge tomb?"

The troll shaman said respectfully: "Master Demon God is right."

"However, that hateful human has sealed us for such a long time, and indeed too many compatriots have died."

"Among the strong human beings, there are also many difficult existences."

The troll shaman did not expect to be killed.

There are other jobs like this in the world.

It can mobilize the energy of the earth, change the sky and the earth, reconstruct the terrible situation, and seal their entire troll clan with the help of the power of the heaven and the earth.

The huge troll mountain range was abruptly turned into the tomb of the troll family by the field venerable.

This kind of power is no less than the legendary profession among magicians - the forbidden curse of the Pope!

The black statue vibrated.

"Stupid, human beings can rise up and stand shoulder to shoulder with strong races such as angels and elves, so naturally they are not weak."

"The little experiment you have done now has exposed my existence."

"I guess it won't be long before you will be noticed by some strong human beings."

"If you want to survive, wake up the remaining trolls and leave the troll mountain together!"

The troll shaman sighed with pity on his face.

"Hey, if the Goblin King succeeds, creating a Goblin Kingdom will be enough to cause headaches for nearby humans."

"It's a pity that the unlucky Goblin King died, and the existence of me and Lord Demon God was exposed. It's really not a pity to die!"

"I want to pull its soul out of hell and flog its soul!"

The troll shaman couldn't help feeling angry when he thought of the Goblin King.

"Stop talking nonsense."

The black statue shook violently and fell apart.

The mysterious and terrifying voice also disappeared.

The troll shaman got up from the ground, walked out of the cave, stood on the barren loess slope, and raised the bone staff in his hand.

Muttering a series of obscure incantations, the troll shouted: "Brothers who have been sleeping for decades, it's time for you to wake up!"

"Human flesh and blood, waiting for you to taste!!"

"Human bones are waiting for you to break them!!"

"Human heads, waiting for you to suck your brains!!"

Say it.

The troll shaman clenched the bone staff tightly with both hands, and it came to a sudden stop.

all of a sudden.

A purple-black light centered on the troll shaman soaked the dry soil and spread across the entire mountain in an instant.

after awhile.

The wind blows, and the bare mountain slopes are quiet.

But at the next moment, a skinny purple hand broke through the ground!

Followed by.

One by one, the sleeping trolls emerged from the dry ground like mushrooms after rain.

The troll shaman looked at the compatriots in front of him, feeling sad.

"Unexpectedly, there are only a few dozen fighters left in the frightening troll clan."

"Damn human, I must make you pay in blood."

"Before that, let you taste the terrible revenge of our trolls!"

The troll shaman held up his bone staff, ready to cast the troll's curse.

At this time.

The direction of the Dark Goblin Forest.

A faint golden light came galloping from a very far away.

"Well, what is that?"

The troll shaman froze for four.

Chapter 90 Passive Skills, Dead Skeleton Replacement!

The border between Gloomy Goblin Forest and Troll Mountain.

With a speed of 24m/s, Ye Chonglou rushed to this dirt mountain in an instant.

In the eyes of the troll shaman, it was a golden thunder rushing from the end of the forest.

The foot of the mountain was dusty.

This thunderbolt has gone up the mountain!

The troll warriors who had just recovered from the ground, before they had time to avenge the humans, were knocked and exploded into blood mist one by one.

"Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!"

Clouds of blood mist, like fireworks, continue to bloom.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, successfully killed a troll centurion and gained 10 experience points."

"Ding, congratulations to the host, successfully killed a troll lord, and gained 220 million experience points."

"Ding, congratulations to the host, successfully killed a troll warrior and gained 38 experience points."

……

The system prompts that kept ringing in his mind made Ye Chonglou's blood spurt and he was extremely excited.

He didn't expect that the skinny purple-skinned monsters were so "valuable".

And they are rumored to be extremely ferocious, cannibalistic trolls that have been suppressed and completely extinct!

Through the experience points rewarded by some trolls, it is known that they are fourth-tier monsters, or even fifth-tier monsters.

Especially the troll lord, who was worth 220 million experience points!

A real sixth-order monster! !

How many pills do you have to refine to earn so much experience?

"This time I made a lot of money!"

Ye Chonglou was ecstatic.

The shriveled troll crawling out of the soil is simply an experience value delivered to your door.

Ye Chonglou fought all the way from the foot of the mountain to the middle of the mountain.

Upgrading is like riding a rocket.

The warm currents in his body continued to emerge, making Ye Chonglou suspect that he was probably about to reach level 35.

"Hey, there is a big one at the end?"

After Ye Chonglou knocked the last troll warrior into a blood mist, he rushed towards the troll shaman.

"What... what's going on?"

The troll shaman took a step back.

It shocked.

An ugly face, full of doubts and fear.

Its grand plan for revenge and its ambition to rise were all wiped out in clouds of blood.

Ye Chonglou slammed into it, and the troll shaman couldn't react in time, and suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood.

however.

He didn't hear any system beeps.

It means that the troll shaman is not dead!

Looking back, he found that the blood mist quickly gathered and turned into a troll shaman again.

"I just died?"

The troll shaman looked horrified, and looked down at the skull collar on his neck.

There were nine fist-sized white bone skulls strung on it, and now one was broken.

It is the passive skill of the troll shaman-death replacement!

"Hey, I saw another monster with the ability to replace the dead, a bit like the king of goblins."

Ye Chonglou murmured.

"You... you killed the Goblin King!?"

The troll shaman screamed, completely enraged.